Do you see a theme starting here?  I do.  Apparently Subway and I have some issues.

I decided to run out for lunch today and grab a quick sandwich.  I wanted to get back to my desk so I could do a little lunch hour reading.  Mr. Subway Sandwich maker had other plans for me.  The dude was on something.  Apparently something good.

After randomly starring off into space for a few seconds, he started the sandwich assembly.  Six inch turkey, on wheat, provolone cheese.  Toasted.  Things were moving along fine when the toaster dinged.  Again, the starring started.  At first I thought there was a hot chick in the restaurant that he was trying to check out.  It was pretty late in the lunch hour and most of the tables were empty.  I spotted no hot chicks.  My Subway manufacturer snapped back to reality and we continued the process.  Lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, banana peppers and lite mayo.

Let me just stop for a second… have you tried banana peppers on sandwiches yet?  You totally should.  This is my new favorite thing.  I just started doing it, literally this week.  It adds a nice zing without being crazy hot.  Yum!

Anyway, back to the dude.  He finally finished constructing my sandwich when he took me captive.  The dude starting complaining about U2 on the radio.  Umm, ok.  Sorry?  What do you say to that?  I didn’t even realize U2 was on the radio until he pointed it out.  Mr. Subway Employee then felt the need to tell me (actually, I am not sure he was talking to me.  I was the only one around to listen, but he wasn’t really looking at me.) about how he hates it when people try to push religion on him.  I think this was in connection to his hate for U2, but I am not sure.  I was more focused on my warm toasty sub gripped tightly in his plastic-gloved hand.  Then the conversation turned back to U2.  Something about Bono and too many people listen to him… blah, blah, blah.  Finally, my friend snapped back and bagged my sandwich and rung it up.  I paid as quickly as possible and got the hell out of dodge.

Now that I look back on it, maybe it was all a tact to try and detain me until the police arrived.  I am The Subway Bandit after all.  I better stick to drive-thrus from now on.